False God by Taylor Swift

We'd still worship, we might just get away with it, the alter is my hips even if it's a false god.

TW: Sexual Content

We'd been here for three days and the only thing I've really done is Grayson. Serious, we've fucking more times in these three days than we did in our two months together at college. Nothing interesting has happened outside of his bed other than Avery's lonely and sort of sad ball. I've stayed away from paparazzi recently and they don't even know I'm back. It's been less that 24 hours since Eve showed up, we're sort of playing it by year with her. She's been sleeping for half the day, catching up on herself and everything she has missed.

"What you thinking about?" Grayson asks from below me in pants as I fuck him. 

"Nothing." I dismiss and continue going. He flips me over onto the bed so he's now atop of me, thrusting his dick inside me.

"Fuck." I groan when his tip hits my clit. I dig my nails sharply into his back, definitely leaving scratches but neither of us caring. 

"Gray!" I moan out when I cum. He finishes soon after, whimpering out my name too.

He collapses beside me and I wrap some sheets over me. He stands up and starts to reclothe himself.

"Gone so soon?" I frown teasingly. "The game." He answers briefly, jumping around on the spot to tie his shoes balanced on one foot.

"And there I was thinking I wasn't just some fuck girl you were using." I sigh dramatically and slump down on my bed.

He sighs and approaches me again at the side of the bed. 

"You're more than a 'fuck girl' you're my girl. And as much as I love using you, unfortunately I find myself seeing something in you that roots much deeper than sex. Actual feelings." He says, looking into the distance in thought for a second.

Grayson bends down and places a kiss on my cheek. Then he pulls the sheets down a little and places a impudent kiss on my nipple, smirking as he walks out.

"Bye." I smile giddily. "Later sunshine." He jokes before I hear the door shut.

Wow. My life has changed so much.

I daydream for a few moments before getting up and readying myself with a shower. When I exit the room in only a towel i shriek at the sight of my room almost completely full.

"Hello." One tall man smiles in greeting, completely unbothered that I'm wearing only a towel.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I yell, trying to cover as much of my body as possible, the skimpy towel doing nothing for me. 

I hear a snort from the other side of the room and my head whips back to my bed. Max lays back with Xander on the other side. Avery and Jameson sitting cosily on my small bedside couch. Libby and Nash on the edge of my bed and Grayson standing with his arms crossed leaning against my wall closest to me.

"Why is everyone inside my bedroom?" I yell out. 

"We're here to establish a new look for you- as for them, I'm not quite sure." Alisa's voice answers from behind me making me literally jump. 

"Okay so everyone is inside my bedroom. That's normal." I shrug sarcastically. 

"Max, Libs and I were gonna come help but then these guys followed us around like little puppies and Grayson just joined us probably cause he was lonely." Avery explains.

Or maybe he joined them so he could see me?

Grayson looks at me and winks, nobody sees but I smirk a little.

"Any preferences for an outfit?" The tall fashion designer man asks. "Something that makes my boobs look big." I decide, earning an eye roll from Avery. 

"Scratch that. They look huge already." I smile jokingly

I try on several casual outfits and decide on some dresses I liked, mostly black and badass. 

"No we want to try on some ball gowns for potential events that could come up, we want to be prepared." Alisa orders. 

I'm handed a black corset top ball gown with a gorgeous bodice made out of small clear diamonds. I lock the bathroom door and groan in annoyance as I start pulling myself into the tight dress on my own.

I open the bathroom door a crack. "Can someone help?" I request impatiently. Moments later Grayson enters and closes the door behind him again. 

"What do you need?" He asks me, placing two hands on my bare shoulders and looking at me in the mirror. "I can't tie my own corset can I?" I complain.

He traces his hands down my whole until he reaches the ties to the corset. He wraps them in his hands quickly and snatches them as tight as he can. I suck in a deep breath.

"You okay." He asks, stopping before pulling any more. 

"I'm fine, just pull it until i say." I order. I position myself in front of the sink and grip on to the edges as he pulls.

"I can't pull any more." He tells me. "It's barely even tight Gray, if I went out with this it would literally slide off. Use your foot." I order.

He places one foot on my back hesitantly but at my command pushes with his foot and tightens the dress. The ribbons in his hands pulled until there's no more possible way to keep pulling.

Grayson ties it in a bow then spins me around. "You look breathtaking." He compliments. I smile gratefully and pull him close to myself.

He kisses my shoulder comfortingly. 

I show everyone the dress and everyone seems to agree it's beautiful so I take it off and we save it for any possible situation. For the next hour I keep trying on outfits for the football game. 

"You haven't been in the media for 3 months, this is your first appearance after a while so we need to make this big." Alisa had told me.

I'm given a dark blue Dallas Cowboys jersey shirt along with some low waisted shorts, the mere size of the shirt covers up most of the shorts making it look like I'm only wearing the shirt.

As I stare at my reflection I turn to my friends. "Who even are the Dallas Cowboys?" I ask. Despite having their colors painted over half my face and their jersey covering my body I have no clue who they are.

"You're kidding right?" Xander asks me deadpan. "I don't even know any of the rules of football so why would I know the teams." I turn to him.

He groans in frustration then proceeds to attempt the impossible task of teaching me about football during the entire car journey to the stadium.

When I get out the SUV after Avery all cameras point to me and start snapping thousands of photos with the bright flash right in my face. I compose my face into a smile like I was told to do.

The entire game I pay attention and remember all the things Xander taught me in the car journey and end up actually enjoying the game because of my somewhat understanding. 

I sit beside Grayson and subtly our fingers tease each others and we end up managing to subtly hold hands for most of the game. 

At halftime Grayson slips away before I can ask him where he's going, I assumed he just needed the bathroom but after halftime when the game has commenced he still is yet to return.

About 10 minutes in to the second half, I slowly drift up the steep staircase of the stadium on my own towards the bathroom. The navy blue Dallas cowboy jersey sits loosely over my shoulders.

I drift to the bathroom, leaving behind all the loud cheers and eruptions of applause. I hesitate as I walk passed a room with the door slightly ajar.

I push it open slowly and creep inside, I see Grayson leaning against a table and staring blankly out the large window at the game. I immediately recognise the room to be the Hawthorne's private room where I experienced my first panic attack after hearing fireworks.

Grayson's head snaps around when he hears the creaking of the door. His demeanour shifts at my presence, he relaxes a little more. I lock the door shut behind me and make my way towards him.

We both stare out to the game at hand. Silence. All the cheering out there doesn't exist in here. I sit cross legged on the table next to him.

I shuffle over until I'm directly behind him on the table, his arms crossed and his body half sat on the table. I dangle my legs over the edge on either side of him, both still watching the game in silence. I drape my arms over his shoulders and around in a warm embrace. He reaches only one hand up and gives my arm three small squeezes for comfort.

That's all that needs to be done to say a thousand words. We watch the rest of the game together in a peaceful and comfortable silence.

When the whole stadium erupts into cheers we know the game is over, and it's taken this moment with it. Dallas Cowboys won 24-20.

Without breaking my hold over him, Grayson turns around to face me. His two hand hold my waist carefully and his eyes jump between mine.

"We should get heading." I whisper, unable to break our eye contact. He leans forward and rubs our noses against each others.

"I think we've got time." He shrugs, a mischievous grin creeping upon his features. "Oh really?" I raise a brow suggestively. "Depends. How fast can you be?" He presses a kiss on my lips. "Only one way to find out." I shrug before pulling my shirt off without hesitation.

Grayson grabs my hips and slides me forward until my legs are wrapped around his waist. I start to untie his tie whilst he takes his jacket off. I eagerly undo each and every button on his shirt and tear it off his body the second I can.

We both take our pants off as quickly as we can until it's just underwear barricading us. His hands grope my already burning thighs, trailing up until he's holding my ass.

I unclip my bra and let him kiss down my breasts as he rolls my underpants off. His fingers slowly stroke over my bare skin and he grins a little. He pulls apart from me to remove his own underwear.

When we're both finally naked he walks back to me, he doesn't connect our bodies like I crave. Instead he takes two fingers and slides them slowly down my cheek bone and down. Down over my nipple sending chills to my whole body. Down my whole nude stomach until he reaches my hips. His fingers slowly slide down and go inside me just a little, massaging my edges.

I slide off the table into his arms so I'm wrapped securely around him, my arms around his neck. He uses only one hand to hold me as the other caresses me below.

Grayson pins me against the wall harshly, my feet still around his back. I feel him slowly enter inside me and let out a loud moan as he does so. He slaps a hand over my mouth and gives me bulging eyes.

I tilt my head with a smirk, his hand still over my mouth. He slowly removes it, "There are people just outside, if they hear you moaning already they'll notice somethings up." He whispers hoarsely.

I try to hold my moans and gasps as much as I can whilst he throbs in and out of me. He hits a certain spot that just breaks me, I let out a loud and shameless moan that came out as more of a scream.

He looks at me with disbelief, "Did you hear a word I just said?" He scoffs. I can't even respond as he continues pounding inside me, I claw at his back.

I gasp and almost moan but his hand interrupts by holding over my mouth again. He slides his thumb into my mouth and holds my chin still with his remaining four fingers. "Bite down." He pants.

So any time I try to moan I bite down on his fingers instead. I fear I may be hurting him but he's too busy containing his own moans to care.

We keep going until I feel myself ready to finish. I tilt my head back as he keeps pushing and finally I let myself go. I bite down on his fingers extra hard, swearing I can taste blood.

We keep going a moment longer until he feels himself finishing. "In or out?" He asks urgently. "In." I allow. I'll buy plan B tommorow.

He looks me in the eyes unsurely. I nod, telling him to go ahead. He's not wearing a condom. It's fine.

After receiving my go ahead he lets go inside of me and I gasp as I feel him cum inside of me. "Fuck Gray.." I gasp as he finishes.

I lay my head on his shoulder and pant like a dog. He pulls me away from the wall and holds me up with one arm, the other squeezing my shoulder. I look back out the large window beyond his shoulder and squint my eyes a little, "You think people out there saw us?" I panic. "Black out windows — can't see in." He says between deep breaths.

I nod as he places me down on the table once again where I reclothe myself at the same time as he does.

Once we're both dressed again I head out and towards the crowded bathroom as I originally planned. When I'm in finishing drying my hands in the bathroom a couple young girls swarm me both excitedly and nervously.

I smile unsurely down at the pre teens, I'd guess maybe 11 or 12. "Hi?" I laugh a little as they shove each other arguing over who'll speak.

"Hi." One girl smiles bravely up at me, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her two blonde braids swish around excitedly. The other girl shies away with her arms behind her back and her large Afro of hair covering a lot of her face.

"Could we maybe get a picture with you?" The more confident of the pair asks, she tucks one of her braids off her shoulder. I chuckle nervously.

"Umm.. yeah sure. Let me just finish up." I agree confused. "Mama!" The dark skinned girl yells out. Her Mother waddles over mid-gossip with another lady. I quickly dry my hands on some paper towels and the girls both grab one of my hands.

I kneel down to their level and their Mother snaps a few photos and then proceeds with her gossiping quietly in the corner.

"So you know Avery? She should be just outside, if you want I can take you to her and you can meet the important one" I joke.

"Who's Avery?" The blonde haired girl furrows her eyebrows together, I mirror the action in confusion. "How do you girls know me?" I ask them hesitantly.

"Wait are you not Paris Rooney?" The brown haired girl asks sadly. "No I am. I'm just confused how you know who I am if you don't know Avery."

They glance at each other, "We don't know who Avery is—" the brown haired girl comments. "—We're fans of your dancing. We saw you dancing at a competition we were at in Boston last month and we've been obsessed ever since. You won first place for seniors and we won first place for juniors. We found you on social media and practically stalked you afterwards. You're sort of a legend at our dance studio, all the girls look up to you." The blonde girl finishes.

I can't help but feel an overwhelming feeling of tears rushing to my eyes. "Really?" I laugh, still unsure this isn't some kind of joke. "Yeah. It might sound stupid but we're like your number one fans." The brown haired girl giggles.

The two girls lunge forward into a hug with me and I laugh a little at the suddenness of the action. I hold both girls tightly and feel a couple tears fall down my cheeks. 

These girls saw me dancing at some insignificant competition I won and now look up to me. With competitions every week, that one didn't really stick out to me much. But clearly it meant something to them. 

My 2 minute performance to some soppy pop song was memorable for these two girls but the richest teenager in the states didn't even ring a bell. Someone knows me and not Avery – even if it is just two pre teens.

(a/n. Don't really know what to say this time. I've got a bunch of tests coming up at school so i might not be online as much as normal, will keep updating every Friday as normal though. Have a good day/night.)